To think of parting with his only child!
But Hollybrand, though passionately fond,
Had giv’n his word, and hence fulfill’d his bond.
XIII.
At length the month, the week, the day had flown,
And high in heav’n revolved the silent moon,—
The night had come; and (save the poor girl’s heart,
Which now began to fail and dread to part)
All’s ready: but the evening’s pensive shade